Someone spoke to me on the bus
I don’t know what it’s like in other Countries but UK cities speaking to some on the bus tends to be a No No, especially if they give no indication of wanting to make conversation, so there I was sitting upstairs on the bus home minding my own business, bus crawling along in the rush hour traffic, I was insulated from any social contact with my headphones in and music on, I might as well have had a Do Not Disturb post it note attached to my forehead, as we were crawling past the graveyard the bloke in front turned around pointed to the grave yard and mouthed something with an excited look on his face, now given he had broke all know public transport protocols here, I was at least expecting to see a number of Zombies clawing their way out of the graves in the graveyard, but no, it was a grey squirrel running around the graveyard
, now grey squirrels are so common here they are treat as vermin having ousted their nicer Red cousins, anyway so as not to hurt his feelings I had to then fake interest and excitement at this squirrel which had other people on the bus looking at me like I was some saddo who must never get out...
oh the joys of Public Transport....